This did not help one little bit.
I did start banging my head on the tiled wall, and that helped a little.
Anyway, last summer I started working on a new book when I had a break between other projects. Now I again have another break and want to move the book forward. But instead, I'm doing the book version of "nesting." I'm lovingly rearranging what I've already done.
But I need to start pushing. I need to produce something new. Even if I'm a little scared and it's a little painful.
Off to try to bring a new life into the world...